Look, Micah helped cause this mess-chances are one of these boys are pissed off at him. Don't engage with anyone, don't cause trouble, just.watch. “Let's poke around, see what we can find. We even look at one wrong, we'll be overrun on the spot. “City's too busy, there's too much going on. “And you think we can take one in the first place?” Charles challenged. “And how we supposed to do that?” Sadie wondered thinly, “we gonna catch ourselves a lawman, get him to spill-whatever it is he's got to spill, then turn him loose? Make him pinky promise he won't go an tell nobody? You lost your mind, or somethin'?” And he could feel that inkling grow, wanting to grasp it once again. They'd cause quite a stir, humiliate folk, but kill? Nah, killing was something they only did when necessary.
Back in the early days when it had been just him and Dutch and Hosea. Preferred a more peaceful outcome whenever possible. The man could kill would kill, if needed to be. Needless murder will only draw attention,” Charles put in. “We should do this without taking lives, if we can. And even if they were, how would they go about proving it? How could there be one? It was nothing more than a jumbled thought that had spurred them this way, and even now there was no telling if they were right. Sadie the first to speak the first any of them had said since leaving camp. As did Charles and Sadie, but they drew up alongside him, somber as ever. Arthur whispered an apology, one that was sweetened with a peppermint.
He loved to run but even this was too much for him. As it was, Dakota had worked up a sweat, his head hanging low. They'd ridden hard through the night, stopping only to let their mounts breathe. He drew Dakota to a stop, turning towards the others as they caught up with him. Far more concerned with keeping their heads down, on getting their work down. Though being this far out, folk hardly seemed to care. Memories that were far too fresh drudged up as they rode through the impoverished hollows, all too aware they were a suspicious lot. Cities in general were never quite his cup of tea, but Saint Denis held a special place in his heart as perhaps the most accurate representation of hell one was likely to find on earth.
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